Taking leave from my ship in Keelung Harbor, I rode the bus to Taipei, and spent the day in a verdant park:
I was a boy,
I thought I’d always be a boy, pell—mell,
mean, and gaily murderous one moment
as I decapitated daisies with a stick,
then overcome with summer’s opium,
numb—slumberous. I thought I’d always be a boy,
each day its own millennium, each
one thousand years of daylight ending in
the night watch, summer’s pervigilium,
which I could never keep because by sunset
I was an old man.
— From Blur by Andrew Hudgins
Winged Victory points to the sky above Union Square in San Francisco. The old-fashioned clothing is what men wore in the ‘50s. I was an 18-year-old sailor studying electronics on Treasure Island and took the train into the city to take this photo. When I graduated from training, I was assigned to the Pacific Fleet. A few weeks later I was in Taiwan.
These un-retouched photos were scanned from Kodak Ektachrome slides shot by me with an Argus C3 camera in 1954-5 while serving in the USN. Clearly, I was just learning how to use the camera to take sharp photos.
In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Blur.
The complete poem Blur can be read at Poets.org
Andrew Hudgins’ latest book of poetry, Ecstatic in the Poison, was published by Overlook Press.
takes me way back to the days of the argus camers 🙂 very kewl 😎